Best Extricate Poems
He who is born in the ruthless streets of a busy city
I am without a home
A family
Nor a companion
I am all alone
My homes differ from time to time
Abandoned houses, alleys anywhere the streets welcomes me
I am at the mercy of the changing weather
Every day is a battlefield for survival
A gruesome cycle I only wish a good Samaritan may extricate me from
My matted fur is an infestation of ticks and fleas
I have grown accustomed to them to the point where I consider them my family
A fetid odor you may sense
That might be me passing by, turn a blind eye if you don’t mean well
Please don’t charge at me
My weary bones have had enough for one day
Skinny as a toothpick
I make do with the leftovers you throw into the bin
The little I can find to see another sunrise is more than enough
I could cave in and just die in an alleyway somewhere
No one wouldn’t even feel a void of my passing
But my hope to one day have a place where I can belong
Gives me the willpower to strive to see another dawn
To those who have shown me kindness
And only received a bark in return
Forgive me
It isn’t because of hatred
It is because of my leery, dubious and fearful nature
It is the only way I learnt how to survive
I am yet to trust the hands that have shown me no mercy countless times
I only ask you be patient with me
Be gentle with me until I no longer quiver at your touch
Until I can learn how to love and how to receive love
When that happens, I promise you my unequivocal love and loyalty
Just please don’t give up on me
Categories:
extricate, animal, dog, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
(To be sung to the tune of “Alouette”)
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
When you muddle and confuse, then you simply cannot lose,
Complicate, obfuscate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Use a complicated word every time your voice is heard
Dazzle twits with your wits,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Seven letters and above are the words the game’s made of
Show your knowledge learned in college,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
If your meaning’s understood, then the words are just no good,
Make it sound tres profound,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
You will sound like such a whiz if your word selection is
Unintell - igible,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Postulate, exacerbate, extricate, pontificate,
Inundate, aggravate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Categories:
extricate, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
You come back
with your mind
full of treasures.
Today, there was a leaf
plucked from a tree still coated
in whispers, a shard of sunlight
and a bird call you managed
to extricate from the sticky
strands of a banksia.
Yesterday there were
shadows rolled up
like rubber matts,
a butterfly wing
and the crystallized tears
of a child who was weeping
for the moon.
What will they do
with the pickings
you've piled up over years.
Will they empty
all the boxes
and throw away the dried
remnants of a life
kept between the pages
like pressed flowers.
And who will return
the tears shed
for the moon.
Categories:
extricate, moon, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
MOTHER'S WISHBONES, NO DOUBT
All furculae with not a fragment
of dried-up flesh or sinew
to despoil their luster — the slew
of them ranging in size from
Cornish hen to turkey. Funny,
I’d never noticed her extricate
one, strip it clean, secrete it
somewhere long-forgotten.
I took possession of those bones,
pried loose some of my own
from birds broiled, barbequed,
fried; primed each, applied gold
leaf. Made more of them
than Mother could’ve ever conceived
— the gilt, over the generations
of bones brittling whole, striking
beneath the wait of wishes.
Categories:
extricate, food, mother, mother daughter,
Form:
Verse
An unclaimed Gift
For you, I have placed my beating heart on a silver plate.
You have chosen to let it die – not to become your fate.
You see me through eyes of a miss perceived past.
You hear of me through troves of gossip – believe – cast.
You cast me in a light of doubts, uncertainties and fears.
For me – knowing these things, brings on a world of tears.
You espy me in a light that is filled with many shadows
- from which I am unable to extricate myself, escape –
that drown out possibilities, the desire - to shine - I have
to know you, as all the colours harboured by this universe,
as they are transformed, refracted through the prism of you,
- the refracted, the reflected, the unfettered by inhibitions –
the you that seems to desperately hang on tightly to the past
and all the past experiences that keep you back from taking,
taking in every nuance of joy, enjoying every flake of a moment.
Ah but therefore, lost for ever, all that might have been.
B. J. “A” 2
April 13th 2007
Categories:
extricate, love hurts, universe,
Form:
Free verse
A female praying mantis is so alluring, living in her island paradise -- a small swamp with so many wonderful plants and flowers around. The female mantis is being courted by so many males of different colors and sizes though she is bigger and heavier than most males. One by one, during autumn or at any time in temperate regions, the males disappear after meeting the coveted one.
One day, a new male was swinging under a leaf and was called by the praying mantis to go down. The male one didn't respond as if he heard nothing. The praying mantis was frustrated and went somewhere else.
The next day, the same male mantis was seen by the praying mantis, calling him again. The male one turned around and asked why the female one is calling him. The female said, "I like you. Don't you find me attractive?..."
The male one replied, "I like you, but I'm childish. I am not fit for you."
The female one was surprised hearing it and laughed.
The male one invited the female one to walk for a while on the ground, shaded with extending low leaves and stems of plants. While walking, the male one was caught by a spider web and can hardly extricate from the thick web. The female one said, "I wish I can help you, but that's the best position I like most so we can be together for a longer time."
Unknown to the female one, the male one has friends in the area who are spiders. The spider webs are traps for burglars and intruders in the area. And the male one happens to be a friend of the leader of the spiders hiding everywhere encompassing the area where the male one was trapped.
Many spiders instantly appeared in the scene, surrounding the two mantises.
The female one hissed, ""What's the meaning of this?... Is this a trap?!"
The leader of the spiders said, "Our friend is the one caught in the web. You better run right now or we will clobber you!"
"Why do I need to run?" asked the female one.
The leader of the spiders replied, "We know that you eat all your lovers whenever you wish to mate with anyone of them. And that is cannibalism!"
The female one quivered, saying, "...I need to do it because it's a biological necessity."
Categories:
extricate, autumn, funny love, insect,
Form:
Prose
One sunny day, two big animals are walking in the field. The first animal said, "Do you see what I see?"
"What?... Where?!" replied the second animal.
"There are three small animals stuck in the soft soil. Let's help them!"
The second animal said, "They are humans. They are the same ones whipping us in the previous days. Why do you want to help them?"
The first animal whispered, "This is the only way I find so they can treat us better."
The two big animals approached the three kids, extending their snouts, but the children can't reach them. The two big animals stepped on the soft soil and used their bodies to help the children extricate from the mud. The children were saved and left the field.
On the same day, rains poured on the field. The two big animals weighing 10,000 pounds each were left in the mud, struggling for three days.
On the fourth day, the children went back to the field and were shocked seeing the two elephants still in the mud. They called their parents for help and their parents called Kariba.
Categories:
extricate, animal, care, environment,
Form:
Prose
Aye did not heed the maxim be careful
what you wish for,
cuz now adversity not abate
perhaps helpful for thee reader
if this bard ****
did apprise present woe
by turning time machine backdate
asper how the fickle finger
of thine existence didst create,
a more agonizing situation discerning
scythe leant presaging grim reaper date
now welcomed with
opened arms to extricate
fools paradise by twist,
and shout of cruel fate
e'en locked up in a damp, dank,
and dark dungeon more grate
full, than full blown wraith zing hate
now lemme summarize
woe of this ingrate
where reprieve of death,
would be to good for me to jubilate
perhaps immolation, thence
at the stake burnt offerings
presented to the
"FAKE" trumpeting khanate
hence complete annihilation
the only way to liberate
a guilty conscious weighted down
by Sisyphean sized mill stones
now whit tis time mate
to acknowledge, and try to numerate
whereat one issue found me
reneging and being obdurate
on reimbursing me youngest daughter,
who could not pontificate
why she needed to fork
over monies in relation
to overpayment re
guarding social security,
essentially incumbent on me
on me eek quate
ting to a sizable tidy sum,
finding yours truly i rate
yet refund check she sent
over a year ago, and spate
of anger (born by eldest lass)
unforgivable egregious stonewalling
do to procrastination trait
this papa (rightfully my responsibility)
objects to bearing
brunt of arithmetical error
plus my own meager
very limited fiduciary reserves
induces anxiety to undulate
thus becoming fancy free
and foot loose bachelor
appears as emotionally
cannibalistic (ready
to jump off a bridge)
to shuck off this unbearable weight.
Categories:
extricate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
Categories:
extricate, introspectionme,
Form:
Rhyme
The morning comes and I can see
Another day in front of me.
So life decides, I have no say,
Which face I should put on today.
The face that people want to see
Is just a mask, it isn’t me.
I’m hiding there behind the smile
And, there’s little doubt that I’ll
Stay in my place behind the face
That people want to see.
I wonder who I really am
Or where I am or how I can
Become the one I want to be
And extricate the real me.
Too many cares and bills to pay
Insist that I should have no say
About the needs that I support,
The needs that sell my spirit short.
Financial gain means I sustain
Basic life in a basic way.
The Vision Thing brings into play
A reason to get up each day,
Creating what I want to be,
To wear the face that’s really me.
Categories:
extricate, life, people, life, people,
Form:
Verse
The melody of delight
extricate themselves
from the practicality of life
You glisten, beam
with excitement
as days of reckoning
blindly pass through
ecstasy clouded by
persistent turmoils
surrounding perpetuity,
utilizing deliverance.
Daily drills bring pleasures
that linger throughout brilliance
as dazzling behemoths
try to replicate
serenity's musical escapades
that bounce around and
reluctantly espouse
sounds drifting into
minds exuberance.
Categories:
extricate, feelings, imagery, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
I was strolling through the rich coast on a Sunday evening,
No doubt, I had glanced at beautiful Enid,
I have to accede; your face, all, of you, is incredible, pristine and attractive.
Through the swarm, I was transfixed,
Transfixed to look out for you, Lady E'!
If you ever happened to get lost in the jungle, I would fight a good fight,
Till I extricate you from the jungle my Lady!
Incredible, you're beautiful.
That nightfall you were my heroine,
And you will always be one,
Since you stained my eyes like the spectrum colors on a rainbow.
Incredible you're 33 and beautiful,
You're my Jasmine, my modern timetable,
Enid my Lady, my cheery pick,
Welcome to my castle, in it, I'm the Prince; you're a Princess,
You're a Princess in my fortress taken care of, No one can harm you my Lady,
Precious, Hilarious and tremendous you're my Lady
You're destined eternally to look beautiful.
Coz your sky, will always be beautiful.
Good Lady might, save the day,
And make me your summer rain.
Sting me, back.
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Categories:
extricate, age, appreciation, dedication,
Form:
Name
How like a prison is my cubicle
How wary is my body on this chair.
How still my heart and yet how truly fickle.
How fast it flies to you who are not here.
How elegant your letters and your thoughts
How gentle was your touch upon my throat.
And yet you killed my words and all I brought...
You were no lover but a randy goat.
As in this mental jail I'm neatly trapped,
I'll use this time to write and also pray.
Perhaps my mind can extricate a map..
From which I'll plot the route to get away.
The prisons which seem external are inside
Yet in such captive grief some folk have died
Categories:
extricate, absence, abuse, betrayal, character,
Form:
Sonnet
"Renovation After A Narcissist"
(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)
Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life,
Living in my heart causing me stress and strife,
Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty,
Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty,
To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril.
I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile.
Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell,
Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel.
All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound,
Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound,
Of reason, of logic, of any common sense,
Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense.
All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained,
The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained.
The mutilation is evident everywhere I look,
As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took.
I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance,
But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance,
Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep,
Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep.
All the masquerading of his many twisted clones,
Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones,
Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end,
But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend.
For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech,
I have now extricated with a ton of bleach.
No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust,
Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must.
The task shall be done, impeccably carried through,
Until my heart is healed and once again anew.
There will be no vacancy until this work's complete,
Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
extricate, abuse, character, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Begin with private tears, end with tears as memories.
End all the femininities, grip hard to masculinities.
Laugh at the boy in his sister's best Sunday dress.
And then we'll humor ourselves and leave behind our empathy.
Don't bother to understand differences ... Mock, don't give sympathy!
You better keep Father proud and extricate these emotions at any costs.
You haven't a choice - Look at the boy in the dress and all the manhood he's lost!
This is a man's land, so find a pretty girl and keep her in line.
This is a man's world, and any efforts to equality are fruitless attempts.
Grasp your manhood, perfect patriarchy - There's a crying boy to be held in contempt!
Show your muscle, brag of how in mortal combat the pretty boy ran!
And feel humiliated when she says "To weep is to demonstrate how to be a man."
Categories:
extricate, father, passion, political, social,
Form:
Burlesque